Tank Johnson Stole My SIM Card

I had a dream. Tank Johnson stole my SIM card. And I needed to kick his ass.

It was the typical dream thing where you need to kick ass but you feel like jello and no matter how hard you punch, you're just not effective. Your voice won't rise above a hoarse whisper and no one seems to give a rusty rat's ass that you need help.

In my dream, I had parked my car on the beachside drive of my hometown for a party. I remember several people from both my present and past life being there and for some reason, when it was time to go, I had to catch a train to get back to my car.

My boss offered to drive me to the station, but she kept saying "My car is a two-seater." We got to the station and I boarded the train but the inside was a cabin of a plane. I remember stowing my bag in a compartment that had floaty toys for a swimming pool.

When we reached my station, I was somewhere on the southside near the airport. Quite a haul from where I left my car, but somehow I made it back.

My doors were open and two men were in my car, going through my glove compartment and taking my cellphone apart. It was Tank Johnson and his very short, skinny partner. I began to yell and swing at them, but given the size difference plus the jello-esque factor, I was not making an impact.

I was yelling for the sheriff who was stationed closeby, but he insisted he couldn't help me because he was on a break.

Tank and Shorty got out of the car and started to walk away. I jumped on Tank's back and was trying to claw him and kick - anything to get my stuff back. I ended up getting my phone back but the SIM card was gone and he just kept walking away and laughing.

I know of people who say they can control their actions in their dreams and defeat their dragons but I never somehow can. Any tips on how I can do this? I want a rematch. Tank, your ass is mine.